At that moment, a maid came to the door, with Funkelstein’s card for Miss Cameron.
“Very well,” said Margaret; “ask him to wait. I will tell Miss Cameron. She may wish to send him a message. You may go.”
She told Euphra that the count was in the house. Euphra showed no surprise, no fear, no annoyance.
“Will you see him for me, Margaret, if you don’t mind; and tell him from me, that I defy him; that I do not hate him, only because I despise and forget him; that I challenge him to do his worst.”
She had forgotten all about the ring. But Margaret had not.
“I will,” said she, and left the room.
On her way down, she went into the drawing-room, and rang the bell.
“Send Mr. Irwan to me here, please. It is for Miss Cameron.”
The man went, but presently returned, saying that the butler had just stepped out.
“Very well. You will do just as well. When the gentleman leaves who is calling now, you must follow him. Take a cab, if necessary, and follow him everywhere, till you find where he stops for the night. Watch the place, and send me word where you are. But don’t let him know. Put on plain clothes, please, as fast as you can.”